There is a flame dwelling across the valleys and the plains, beyond the mountains and over the seas of our collective pain.
I welcome you back, Moon
Back to the space between my brows
You can hold on
You could let go
You could hold on to what is left when you let go
Anoint yourself if no one else will
You are the accumulation and the blessing
the chaos and this moment, still
Your senses are heightened, your intuition is ripe. This is the time to explore, to play, to indulge your curiosity and trust your instincts.
Tonight it is a silky number breathed forth by the accumulation of our tenderest dreams, stitched together by the sea goat’s hoof and perfumed with wild flowers
Slow down to speed up. For it is on our dreams, daydreams and imaginations that we access the fuel for our ideas. Not because those places are better than our waking physical reality, but because that process of shifting, of allowing ourselves to experience both completes us.
When you teach your inner demons to sing, they cultivate a lustrous art. This is your soul’s healing song and it comes from the heart.
I exist. Is there sound to that?
I exist. Is there heart in that?
I exist. There is no hand to mold me but my own.
On the lunar stage, Virgo doesn’t request admiration, though her stunning ability to create some order amongst the chaos, to make chaos itself feel somehow orderly, deserves resounding applause.